Getting Back To ME

So in my last post I was a big old whingymoanypoo. I promise there will be no whinging in this post, honest!

The week got better, thankfully. I felt so much better on Wednesday (I think it helped that our junior secretary was in and so I wasn't trying to do everything on my own). Several of my colleagues were insistent that I should go to the Christmas meal, so go I did. I was a bit stressed on the way there as we were running late, but we got there in plenty of time. The food was nice (even if the portions were very mingystingy), and it was fun. I was very good and only had a couple of beers, instead of getting staggeringly drunk. Although by the time we got out first course (around 8.30 pm) I was knackered and definitely ready for my bed, it was nearly midnight when we got home.

Last night, Colin and myself went to watch Ethan in his school nativity. Colin pissed me off somewhat, as I took my scarf knitting with me, as Ethan had to be there half an hour before the play started, and I thought I could use the time doing something useful. Alas, it was not to be, for Colin forbade me to get my knitting out of my bag. Obviously, this did not go down well, but rather than cause a huge scene in front of everyone I bit my lip and fumed. I really do not know what his problem was. But he is known for being an idiot! Anyway, my little man was an elephant in the play, with a mask. The letter we had home said he had to wear grey tights and a black top, and believe me it was not an easy task to persuade him to wear tights (he was worried that everyone would call him a sissy). I even told him tales about how Grandad used to wear tights under his trousers when he worked on the building sites in winter, as it was the only way to guarantee that he could keep warm. Imagine my surprise (and disgust) to see that the other boys playing elephants were dressed in grey joggers. Anyway, my little Ethy was lead elephant, and stomped his way around the stage like a true Oscar winner (bless). It almost brought a tear to my eye. I love these things at this sort of age, where the kids are so incredibly proud of what they are doing.

I've had a fabulous day today. Ioannis has been around for most of the day, and he took me out for lunch. We went to Jimmy Spices and stuffed our faces with platefuls of deliciousness. Then when we got back to work he made me trek to the other side of the hospital with him for something he needed to do, then we came back and had coffee. I hadn't seen him for ages and it was great to spend some time with my boy (when I say 'my boy', what I mean is that anyone who worms their way into my affections becomes one of my boys. Like there are another two or three at work who are also my boys). Anyway, we always have fun, because we share the same very puerile sense of humour. So then after work I picked up Jacqui and we headed out for a night on the town. Well, actually we went to Wetherspoon's on Broad Street for one drink (diet coke for me, I was driving), and then we decided to head off to The Fort. We had a mooch around a couple of shops and then hit Burger King for a yummylicious burger (love my double whopper with cheese). Given that it's Friday and that all the shops there were open until at least 9.00 pm, we were rather peeved to find that Starbucks shut at 8.00 pm - I wanted to try one of their dark cherry mochas. But hey, we sure know how to party, right? We ended up back at Jacqui's just before 9.00 pm, and settled down to watch Midsomer Murders. What a truly rock and roll lifestyle we lead, huh? It's funny though, I would far sooner spend an evening like that with my girlie (see, it's not just the boys who are my boys, I have my girls too) than spend it in a noisy, packed bar.

So now I'm lying in bed blogging away. My book on spinning came today, I'm feeling better (ish - I still feel quite down, but I know it will pass soon), more like I am getting back to being me, and I'm looking forward to a nice lie-in tomorrow. I'm debating whether to go to John Lewis' in Solihull tomorrow to get some wool for a project I have in mind, because if I do then I can go to Starbucks next door and get myself one of those dark cherry delights (well, I hope it's a delight at any rate). Though I do need to get on with my experimental scarf, as well as do the sleeves on the Liesl I'm knitting for someone special for Christmas.

Time to flick through my new book, methinks.